Wednesday, November 26, 2008

"The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd

Well! Long time no see, eh? Anyhow, I read this book a really long time ago and adored it, and now that the movie's out... well, why not?
Lily Owens has bees in her bedroom. Every night she hears them buzzing behind the walls, like a low murmur of comfort just beyond her sight. She lives with her cruel father, T. Ray, and Rosaleen, her black nanny and stand-in mother. Her real mother died when she was four in an accident with a gun. 
It's 1964 and the president has just signed the Civil Rights Act. So on Lily's fourteenth birthday, Rosaleen goes to town to register to vote and takes Lily with her. But when the town's three most racist men attack Rosaleen for trying to register, things start to take on a life of their own. Lily packs a bag, breaks Rosaleen out of jail and sets off to Tiburon, SC: a town scrawled in her mother's handwriting on the back of a strange picture.  When the two get there, the picture guides them to a flamingo-pink house where the calendar sisters live: May, June and August Boatwright. August is a beekeeper, and through a few lies and sweet smiles, Lily and Rosaleen are allowed to stay.
The house is like a safe haven, where Lily can relax and not be afraid. But secrets are meant to be told. May accidentally tells Lily that her mother had stayed there before she died. After a tragic death in the family, Lily confides to August: she had killed her mother.
Throughout the book, the Black Madonna is an ever-present force of comfort. This book isn't very religious; rather, it's a comforting presence that helps Lily come to terms with the truth and forgive her mother. A fabulous novel! Nine of ten ocean waves.
– licking honey off of her fingers, Cassandra

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Saturday, October 25, 2008


Whoa! It's been exactly five months since my first post! They grow up so fast. *sniffles and dabs at tears daintily* 
Before I get kicked off the computer for the evening, I propose a toast: to Liesl, for forcing me to make this blog. To the library two blocks away, and the one at my school, and all the countless bookstores I've been to, for supplying me with my material. And of course, to you guys. If I hadn't seen the comments and known people were reading, I'd've quit months ago. Thanks. : )
– Cassandra

"Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac" by Gabrielle Zevin

Wow. Long time no post, eh? Anywho...
It all starts in late August of her junior year. They flip a coin to choose who goes back to get the yearbook camera, and Naomi chooses heads. The next thing she knows, she's lying in an ambulance with a boy who says she fell down the stairs. But she doesn't remember doing that. In the hospital, she slowly comes to realize that she can't remember anything from age twelve and onward – four years lost. She can't remember why she likes her hot jock boyfriend, Ace. She can't remember why her best friend, Will, calls her Chief. She can't remember her mother's affair, her father's fiancée, or even how to drive.
But in forgetting, Naomi becomes herself. In a small way, this is a story about rebelling against yourself, or who people thought you were. It's a love story; how she dumps Ace, falls in and out of love with the moody James, the boy from the ambulance, and how, near the end of the book, remembers a kiss from someone unexpected. It's a story of friends, how she re-befriends quirky Will, finds new friends in a school play, and finally befriends her half-sister, Chloe and forgives her mother.
An excellent book – different from Zevin's other book, Elsewhere (though you should totally read that one, too) it's deeper and darker in a shy way. The characters are flawed and touching, confused and thoughtful. I love how the whole book is interspersed with gifts from Will – CDs that he burns and gives to Naomi to try and help her remember her old self. A definite 8 out of 10 waves!
– Cassandra

Sunday, September 21, 2008

"Unwind" by Neal Shusterman

Far in the future, we have finally settled the argument between the pro-life and the pro-choice, after a war that could've been the end of our country. The solution: Unwinding.
This is a process that our government came up with at the last minute. There are no more abortions. You must have the child, and either Stork it (placing it on a random stranger's doorstep, after which the child is legally theirs) or raise it until the child is thirteen, and then you have a choice until they're eighteen: keep the kid, or send it to an unwinding camp, where the boy or girl is unwound – surgically taken apart piece by piece, the body parts saved for spares. Someone breaks an arm? No big deal – just get another. Have cancer? Eh, whatever. You can replace that part of you with someone else's. Everyone's happy.
Not the teens who are being sacrificed.
Unwind follows three teens: Connor, 16, whose parents have finally decided to have him unwound because he's too much trouble. Risa, a ward of state, is being shipped off because she's too expensive. And Lev, who is a tithe: since birth, he's known this was to be his fate. His parents have given ten percent of everything they own to charity, and that includes their son.
Connor runs. Risa is on the bus when it crashes, and joins him, a total stranger, in her escape. And Lev is "abducted" by the two desperate teens who are sure they are saving him. But life on the run isn't easy. Not when there's juvie cops and starvation and spies tossed into the mix...
Definitely a great book – a bit creepy, but what can you expect from a plot like that? The characters are pretty believable. Connor has anger issues, Risa just hides all her emotion, and Lev is definitely in denial. But they develop, and the ending wraps up the story well. Eight of of ten waves!

– Cassandra

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

"WItch Child" by Celia Rees

Sorry for the long-time-no-update – school, homework,  yadda yadda yadda. Anywho.
It starts with drama and heartache, in the form of 16-year-old Mary's grandmother. A kind healer-woman, she has been condemned as a witch. Her neighbors, who she's helped many times, now turn against her. After torture and starvation, she is hanged – and now that the "witch" is dead, attention may turn to her granddaughter.
A rich woman takes Mary away from the site of the murder and tells her she is going to America, acting as a young orphaned Protestant. In a small trunk of essentials, Mary finds a journal and a note – the woman is her mother. 
The journey overseas is long and dangerous, though Mary meets and befriends Martha, Rachel and a ship's boy whose future she sees in the water. It seems that the peril of England is gone when the pilgrims reach the New World. But it is not so; an old woman warns her that superstitions are not banished, but multiplied by the dark forests, full of natives and unexplored dangers and wild animals.
And though Mary befriends a few of her neighbors, the rest are not so kind. So when the preacher's son takes an interest in Mary and Rachel falls in love, some are not satisfied. There are two that come to Mary for witching: Hannah and Sarah. But when Mary refuses their requests and denies her witchcraft, the girls take matters into their own hands.
An excellent read! Celia Rees is way up there on my favorite author list, up in the top ten. She weaves a tale of dark and light, full of hope and evil, good and loneliness. It ends in a huge cliff-hanger, but luckily there's a second one: Sorceress
Eight out of ten waves!

Monday, August 25, 2008

"Weregirls: Birth of the Pack" by Petru Popescu

Lily and her friends have finally succeeded in making an all-girls soccer club at their school, and are on a roll. The Weregirls (that's their team name) practice on the run-down field with beat-up  goals and play other teams, winning constantly. Lily, Nikki, Arielle and Grazia are ecstatic... until someone else comes into the play (pardon the pun). Andra Hewlit appears to be your-average pretty rich blonde girl, but underneath she's really much worse than that. She wants control of Lily's soccer team (insert fainting and screams of terror)!!! To Lily's friends, Andra seems innocent enough – and even better, if she gets to be the captain of the team, they'll all get new uniforms and shoes, and even be upgraded from just a club to a school team! Yay!
Nikki, Arielle and Grazia are all for it, but Lily isn't so sure. There's something weird up with Andra – she seems almost obsessed with the soccer team, and is convinced that Lily has "magical powers" of some sort. Lily refuses Andra, obviously. So Andra gathers together her own team, even stealing girls from the Weregirls to make an elite force. Her intention is obvious, and after a few pages, Andra challenges Lily and her team to a match; if Lily wins, she keeps the team. If Andra wins, she takes over. Of course, the Weregirls win. But Andra kicks Lily viciously in the leg, so Lily has to go home and care for her leg. At home, she finds a strange mirror, and when she looks in it, she sees a cute puppy dancing around, and she hears the spirit of her dead father telling her that she is a weregirl, meant to fight against the evil Breed that threatens the world. As it turns out, all of Lily's friends are wolves, too! And there's this super hot guy who is obviously interested in Lily, even though her dad warns her that they can't be together because she's a wolf. Sigh. Of course Lily disobeys dear old dad and pursues the hottie anyway. Anywho, it turns out Andra is in league with the Breed, la-de-la-la. Etc, etc.
This book is literally the worst book I've ever read. The plot is utterly predictable, the characters unoriginal, and the writing boring. The author tries to save the book with a forbidden romance and a big fight scene at the end, but ugh. And in the epilogue, she tries to get a little sympathy for Andra, but eh. All I saw was that Lily and Andra both refuse to obey authority, the Breed are waking up (boo hiss) and there is no hope for the next book.
Erm... one out of ten waves for trying. Otherwise – nah, there's nothing.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

I have edited this post so you can't read it! Muahaha! Anyway, it's not anything you'd be interested in. I was wrong, anyways

Assistance, s'il-vous plait! 
You can tell when I start speaking French that I'm either a) frazzled, b) excited or {in this case} c) eeek!!!
Has anyone here ever had appendicitis? Anyone? I'm looking for some advice... what happens, how long the surgery takes to remove that damned little appendix, etc. 
Pro: This isn't for me, fortunately.
Con: This is for my little sister. Hm, lower right abdominal pain, not eating, other things I'm not going to talk about – all points to appendicitis. Right now my parents are driving her down to the hospital to get checked out and figure out if this is really appendicitis or just some overreaction... my grandma (who, coincidentally is a nurse) thinks it's gonna blow soon if we don't get it out. I'm stuck with sitting at home with some guests (but you guys are awesome to be stuck at home with, Liesl and Carla) writing this post in hopes for some real-time info. I'm too nervous to go google it and surf through a hundred billion answers.
HELP! Pretty please? *hopeful smile*

Monday, August 18, 2008

"Enter Three Witches" by Caroline B. Cooney

The book starts in a kitchen, with the cook, Swin, telling of her alleged  visit the Weird Ones on the moor last night. Mary of Shiel, a young ward of Lord and Lady Macbeth, is shocked, so when Swin escapes again to the moor, she follows.
In the meantime, told from the points of view of Fleance and Seyton, one the coddled son of Banquo, the other Macbeth's squire, a battle rages outside of the castle. Fleance is ordered to stay away from the fighting, with Seyton to watch over him. The shame is overwhelming – doesn't his father think he's good enough? But when Seyton kills and Fleance takes the credit, the young lord is satisfied.
Mary, however, is not. She's currently terrified out of her wits. After following Swin across the moor for a ways, she quickly got lost and ran into the Weird Ones. She demands to know what they've done with Swin – but when the three witches tell her to run, she gladly does. On the way, she sees the triumphant commanders of the army, Banquo and Macbeth, on the heath. What are they doing here?  she wonders, and listens in.
"All hail the Thane of Cawdor... All hail Macbeth, who shall be king hereafter!"
And so begins a bloodbath that leads to the rule of King and Queen Macbeth, the murder of wives and children, and moving forests come to battle the blood-crowned king...
In this clever retelling of Shakespeare's Macbeth, told from five different points of view, our young heroine goes from cowardly little heiress, to cowardly little penniless girl, to brave (in some circumstances) little heiress again. The style is quite unique and sucks you into the dark story of madness, hatred, and unexpected heroics against unexpected villains. I give this book 4-5 waves (as in, ocean waves).

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Exciting new thing!

As I was strolling along throughout the various blogs in my bookmarks, I happened to spot four wonderful words:
Book Blogger Appreciation Week! 
Honestly, I have no idea what this (fabulous) idea contains, but it sounds good to me! So, head on over to and figure out what she's talking about!
Also, a word of advice: never make quesadillas while checking your blog. You will burn it.
Gnawing unhappily on blackened tortillas and cheese,

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

"Angels on Sunset Boulevard" by Melissa de la Cruz

There's a new star in the sky, and his name is Johnny Silver. Rising from the depths of a poor life in the outskirts of LA, his music is entrancing, heart-touching and crowd-enticing. The headlines scream his name. He's started a new era of music.
But his girlfriend, Taj, has had enough. She's tired of seeing him with other girls, tired of life in the spotlight. So on the night of his biggest concert, she leaves him...
But she's watching as he ascends the stage, listening as the crowd roars his name loud enough to shake the sky down.
And she sees when, as he strikes the first chord, a blinding light flashes. And when her eyes clear, he's gone.
But Nick has his own problems, including that his hot and popular girlfriend, Maxine, has broken up with him and the disappearance of his sister, Fish. He shrugs these things aside – he can deal with a breakup, and Fish has vanished before, but she always comes back. Only when he meets Taj does he start to see the rising number of missing kids with suspicion.
In the middle of this mess is TAP. It's a website, where one can chat, laugh, and post up a "wish list" of anything you desire... but on TAP, people get you the things you ask for. And what about the mysterious back room at all of the TAP parties, hosted by the missing Johnny Silver's manager, Sutton?
Questions, questions, questions – all revolving around The Angels Practice (TAP) and the strange, intoxicating drink served in the back room.
My review is a resounding eh. This book falls somewhere between Twilight and Weregirls: the Birth of the Pack, the former being a Oh my god I've found the next Harry Potter! and the latter being Good god run screaming!! 
Angels on Sunset Boulevard is a far cry from the enticing Blue Bloods, but you can read it if you want. Again: eh.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

One Looong Playlist (AKA, "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist")

Would you mind being my girlfriend for five minutes?
Would you ask that question? No, of course not. But what if you'd just seen your wonderful ex-girlfriend with someone new after a nasty breakup, and were desperate to avoid talking to her? Nick would.
Would you do it? Would you spontaneously make out with a total stranger (who may or may not be gay) who just asked you this relatively insane question? Norah would.
And so begins a wild and unpredictable night for Nick and Norah – two total strangers going on a strange semblance of a date, Norah because Nick's friends paid her to; Nick... well, he's not exactly sure. Maybe because she stole his jacket.
This rough and elegant novel spans just one night, but (despite the overuse of the word fuck) delves deeper into the characters' minds than any book I've ever read as it darts back and forth between the voices of the two main characters.
To sum it up, I loved this book!
Note to self: come up with rating system...

Saturday, August 9, 2008

I decline, thanks very much

I vehemently (don't you love that word?) refuse to review Breaking Dawn. Maybe because I'm too chicken to put up my own opinion on the last of this internationally acclaimed author's series?
Yeah, that's probably it. I am chicken. Hear me squawk. Buck-buck-bucAWK! 
So. Yeah. Um, that's it.
Okayokayokay, I do have one tiny little comment: (spoiler alert!)

Why, I ask you, Stephanie, why did she have to get pregnant, for god's sake?! WHY? 
And, honestly, Renesmee? Yes, she is an adorable little girl (despite the fact that she'll be physically mature by the age of seven. That's a bit creepy.) but honestly: Renesmee? I know you could do better than that. Also, to have Jacob imprint on her was a bit over-the-top. 
And (Will it ever stop? you ask. Be patient. I'm venting.) why didn't you make the Volturi go bye-bye? I do NOT like those creepy old guys. I literally had a nightmare about Aro. You could've killed him off, but nooo.

Okay, I'm done. No more comments. I'll have a book review for the rest of y'all in a few days. I've read eleven books in the past week, so bear with me here. Just sorting out my head...

Friday, August 1, 2008


Oh my goodness gracious/ Oh me oh my/ I see a pie/ Fall from the sky/ And in its tin/ Held out to me / Sat Breaking Dawn/ for all to see!
Breaking Dawn comes out tonight at midnight!!!! Right now I'm just venting my hysterical-ness to cyberspace so I don't explode in anticipation that in three hours (THREE!) the fourth (FOURTH!) book to Twilight will... not be in my hands?
What is this? you ask. What do you mean, a crazed Twilight fan like you won't have Breaking Dawn in your hands as soon as you can get your grubby mitts on it?
Well. I was so foolish as to pre-order it on Amazon, and now it's not coming for like two (TWO!) whole days! And – groans the agonized typist – I'm going to be away from the modern mail system for a week (SEVEN!).
Oh, the unfairness of it all!
(Ends self-pity mode)
Have a lovely evening!

Thursday, July 31, 2008

"Big Fat Manifesto" by Susan Vaught

Jamie Carcaterra isn't obese. She's not chubby, chunky or "hormonally challenged", either (whatever that means), as she will loudly correct you in her new column "Fat Girl Manifesto" in The Wire, her school newspaper. Jamie is, as she insists, fat, and she's quite happy that way, thank you very much. She has two best friends, Nono and Freddie, and a great boyfriend, Burke, to boot. She's Evillene in the school play The Wiz. Everything's fine and dandy in Jamie Land. And she will gladly tell you this while also bashing down some myths and assumptions that "normal" people make about her and her fellows in the aforementioned column.
But, as it turns out, not everything is cheerful in Burke Land. He's tired of being fat, tired of not fitting into toilet stalls and airplane seats and having seven X's on his clothing tags. He's desperate, and he's getting bariatric surgery. The surgery that staples off part of your stomach. The surgery that some people don't come out of.
In the middle of all this, "Fat Girl Manifesto" is attracting the media, Burke – while he doesn't die – changes, and Jamie starts to realize that she doesn't know who she is anymore.
Big Fat Manifesto is a great book. Vaught handles her delicate subject with amazingly deft skills, and out of the darkness has come a work of art. If I could figure out how to paste pictures into my posts, I'd put one of that little movie guy jumping out of his seat.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

"Little Brother" by Cory Doctorow

The time: A few years in the future. The place: San Francisco. What's happening: Terrorists.
Meet Marcus, your average high school hacker. His hobbies include hacking, ARGing with his friends Darryl, Vanessa and Jolu, and inventing ways to annoy his high school... until one day, when he skips school to go play computer games with his friends and the Bay Bridge blows up. Suddenly the Bay Area is in total chaos. Hundreds are dead, thousands injured or missing, and millions mourn. And Marcus and his friends? Well, they're missing, too....
Now the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) comes into the picture, as Marcus & co. are grabbed on the street, tied up and tossed into a truck to be carted to a secret prison. The four are separated, and questioned every day. Finally, after day after day of mistreatment, bare cells and cruel overseers, Marcus, Van and Jolu are released. Darryl is gone, and when the weary threesome troop home, the bay has changed. DHS officers patrol every corner. The BART system is a disaster. Cars are pulled over at random. It seems the DHS's new motto is "Everyone is the Enemy, so Treat All as the Enemy".
Marcus refuses to tolerate this new order. He starts up a new, untraceable system: Xnet. He wreaks havoc with the DHS's electronics, turning the innocent into the enemy and screwing with their files.
But they're going to catch up with him somehow...
Little Brother is an amazing book – there's no dull parts, no faulty characters, and a totally believable plot. Doctorow even manages to add a little romance into the mix! MUST READ! As Scott Westerfeld so aptly puts it, "A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion."
Note: not suggested for younger kids (e.g., for 12 and up, not to restrict by age [I'm reading high school stuff myself] but there are several... suggestive scenes.) : )

Monday, July 21, 2008

"Watership Down"... second only to Twilight in my book

Down, down, to Watership Down. When Fiver warns Hazel of an unnamed danger coming to their warren, Hazel knows that it's not just his overly-jumpy nature that his younger brother is voicing. So when the leader of their warren refuses to act, Hazel takes matters into his own hands – or rather, paws. They're rabbits, in case you didn't know. But species makes no difference in this... I can't find a word, so I'll leave a list at the end of this post. Back to the book:
Hazel and a rag-tag group of rabbits set off to the place that Fiver tells them of, a new home on Watership Down.
The group encounters many dangers – some, such as the elil (predators), and some, less obvious. And when at last they find Watership Down, Hazel realizes: they have no does. No females, no kits, no warren. So they gather together, and plan a raid on the most dangerous warren they have ever seen...
This is book has shocked me out of my obsession with newer books and introduced me to classics. For that, I will be forever grateful. AND it's an... a... I give up trying to describe it. See list of adjectives below.
Presenting the list of adjectives one might use to describe Watership Down... in alphabetic order!!
amazing – astonishing – astounding – awe-inspiring – beyond belief – breathtaking – brilliant – dazzling – extraordinary – humbling (especially to us aspiring writers) – incredible – luminous – magnificent – marvelous – spectacular – wonderful.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

A few poems

This is a poem by my friend – I think it's great, but I'm not sure I understand all of it... though in poetry, isn't that the point?
Wind blows;
Melancholy wind,
Where do you go?
Who do you see,
Why do you flow?

Girl cries;
Empty girl,
Where do you sleep?
Who do you love,
Why do you keep?

Wind asks;
Curious wind,
I sleep in my darkness,
I love no true thing,
I keep as the sky falls, the breeze laughs, the sun weeps.

Girl answers;
Loneliest girl,
I go across world-breaks,
I see your life end,
I flow as the clouds sigh, your broken heart mends.

Hmm... sad, yet sweet. Bittersweet, I guess, or melancholy. I love those words – such a nice ring to them.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Yet another vampire book... but this time, spelled with a "y"

Marked is a strange book not in the way it's written, but how. Drumroll, please: written by a mother-daughter. P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast.  Strange, no? I would never write a book with my mom. No offense to her, but she doesn't know my characters. Of course, I can see how that would be useful, but... nuh-uh.
To the summary: The book starts with: "Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I saw the dead guy standing by my locker." A few pages later, Zoey is a vampyre... sort of. She is a fledgling, marked with an outline of the crescent-moon sign of the goddess Nyx, and must go to vampyre boarding school to learn (duh) and to undergo the Change from human to full-on blood-sucking night-worshipping vampyre. The perks: she gets to be gorgeous (it comes with the Change), away from her evil parents, and have super cool teachers. The downside: she might not survive the Change.
But that's not enough, is it? Because hours after the aforementioned "dead guy" turns her into a fledgling vampyre, as Zoey runs to see her grandmother, she falls, and in a dream meets Nyx, who tells her she is destined for great things, etc, and does something wonky to her Mark: normally, as a fledgling, her Mark would be simply an outline for the next few years. After chatting with the goddess, it's fully filled in. But that's not the end of the strange happenings. Zoey is, as said above, destined for great things...
A pretty good book; a bit explicit with the descriptions... I'd suggest it for older kids. Besides that, the character is a bit annoying at times, but likable in most ways. Unfortunately pour moi, I can't seem to get my hands on the second one...

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Ancient Troy Rules!!

So. Someone has alerted me (or rather, reminded [I'm talking about you, Erin]) that I have not told you one of my most coveted secrets... actually, it's not so much a secret anymore as a delicate subject. Not delicate, really, though – I just get embarrassed when someone brings it up...
I'm writing a book. Well, I've already written two – I'm working on the third. It's a trilogy. My name isn't really Cassandra, as I believe I have mentioned; that's my main character's name. No, I am not delusional, I do not believe I am my main character (she's a goddess of chaos and enjoys scorching people to death. I... don't) but it's an awesome name with a lot of history. You know Cassandra, one of the many princesses of Troy? The one that saw visions of the future but no one believed her? That one. She was awesome. I love her.
Anywho... yeah. There. You know. I've posted it on the web. Yay.

Monday, July 14, 2008

My obsession, as you can probably tell...

I'm sure all of you have seen my last post, which ultimately gives away my obsession with Twilight, etc. Also The Host, or... erm... anything to do with Stephenie Meyer. Unfortunately, I'm not going to even be here when Breaking Dawn comes out – I'm going to be at a camp-type thingy. Oh, the tragedy! The moment I've been waiting for for six months, delayed because of a trip! Grrr.... (grinds teeth in frustration). How like the universe to thrust this upon me...
Anywho, I'll be posting some more book reviews tomorrow/later today. But, hey, it's summer! I'm not going to spend all my time cooped up at the computer. Amazingly, it's not too cold here. Woo!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

I return. Yay.

I would call it Paradise, but even Eden would get boring after a while. I would call it Heaven, but no one is dead. I would call it home, but home is a place where you are already defined. So I'll have to call it Farview. – Cassandra.
Well, I'm home from sleepaway camp. Ah, the cool breeze from the bay caresses my sun-burnt skin. However, I am already camp-sick. Civilization seems so... enclosed after two weeks in the open hills and riding horses, etc...
More book reviews to follow, though for now I'll satisfy myself with surfing the net.
I wonder how many wildfires are going in poor, burnt-up California now? It's so smokey...

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Found this in my drafts.

"Far from Xanadu", by Julie Ann Peters. 
Mike lives in Coalton, a tiny town out in the middle of nowhere. Mike plays softball, works out, and loves plumbing. She's gay, too – or so her best friend Jamie insists. Mike believes him, to a point. She prefers not to think about it, and to fill her time with softball, school and work. And then a new student joins her small class. Xanadu. She's all Mike has ever dreamed of; brave, street-smart, beautiful – and also straight. As the book progresses, Xanadu becomes friends with Jamie and Mike. As Mike struggles with her secret love and her family, Jamie finds someone, too – maybe. And, sadly, so does Xanadu.
But Mike still harbors hope – until...
I can't figure out a way to hint at what happens without giving it away, so I'll just leave you with a "...". This is a wonderful book, and Julie Ann Peters writes with a grace and style that perfectly portrays Mike's mind. 

Friday, June 27, 2008

"Wicked Lovely" by Melissa Marr

Ah, Wicked Lovely. As said above, it's by Melissa Marr. Another urban fantasy, another excellent book.
Aislinn (pronounced ash-lin) has been able to see faeries for her entire life. Although many ignorant mortals would say it was a gift, Aislinn begs to differ. The fey are a strange, cruel folk; if they knew Aislinn had the Sight, the best she could hope for is getting her eyes ripped out.
The book starts with two strange court faeries that are stalking Aislinn. One, a pale blue-and-white girl with a large wolf;  the other is an terrifyingly beautiful boy. Ash hopes that their interest is fleeting, but she is proven wrong when the boy puts on a "glamour" – a small magic stronger faeries can use to make them look human – and tries to talk to her. Suddenly he's turning up everywhere – at school, where he dazzles all of Ash's friends, in the park... She can't escape him. And then, when things can't get any worse, the boy, Keenan, turns out to be the Summer King, ruler of one of the courts in the invisible world of fey. And Keenan believes that she is his long-lost queen, the one he has been searching for for the past nine centuries. Unfortunately for the Summer Court, Beira, queen of the Winter Court and Keenan's mother, is willing to do anything to stop Aislinn from taking the final contest that will either make her the Summer Queen or force the ice of the winter through her veins for eternity....
Melissa Marr is an amazing writer – better than J. K. Rowling in my opinion, but then lots of people are better than her in my opinion. Don't get me wrong, I adore Harry, but let's be honest: Twilight is so much better. Whatever. There is also a sequel to Wicked Lovely, Ink Exchange. I will review this soon. Hey, there's also going to be a third one (Fragile Eternity). More on that later. In the meantime, while waiting for more of Melissa Marr, READ THIS BOOK!

Thursday, June 26, 2008


"Boredom/That subtle foe/Which attacks with sloth/And {what rhymes with sloth?}/And woe!"
Poet I am not.
(says Yoda)
('s sister)
(On her blog)
I haven't even seen Star Wars. Sad, non?
(Says the French girl)
J'ai {discovered} le {color-changer-thingy}!
My french teacher has assigned homework over summer. Elle est mechant! Brûlure elle!
Pardon my grammar. It's been a few weeks...

"The Boxes", by William Sleator

The Boxes. It's by William Sleator, who also wrote several other creepy books (which are also excellent sci-fi reads).
It begins with Uncle Marco, Annie's uncle (obviously), leaving for some mysterious destination. But before leaving, he entrusts Annie with two strange boxes, which he warns her must be separated from each other. She complies, carting the disproportionately heavy wooden box to the basement, and the smaller metal one up to her room, to be stored in the back of her closet. With that, and a final order to keep the boxes away from her greedy, self-centered aunt, he leaves.
Soon after Uncle Marco's departure, Annie is seized with an overwhelming curiosity. Going against all of her uncle's warnings – how bad could the boxes be, anyways? – she pries open the wooden box downstairs...
... And a strange metal creature scuttles out, running to hide away in the darkness of her basement.
Annie runs. But the crab-like creature can't keep her away – she goes down to investigate, and discovers – oh, horror of horrors – that it has made another being like itself. Through telepathic communication with the first thing, Annie agrees to go up to her room, and open the second box....
Strange happenings commence. Time slows, a corrupted company is buying out the neighborhood, and the creatures in the basement begin to build a city. Annie becomes a messenger to the second box, a clock-like thing, and is forced to sacrifice smaller, less-important members of the strange society downstairs to make time slow.
But the two kids aren't the only ones to figure out the connection. The company wants the second box, and is willing to do (almost) anything to get it...
In a perfect swirl of suspense, mystery and nearly unimaginable alien-esque happenings, Sleator has made a great book with a Pandora-like theme (Annie being Pandora). Of course, I was in agony at the ending. Unfortunately, he has not written a second book to tell what happens next.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Reviewing "The Blue Girl"

The Blue Girl, by Charles de Lint. Ah, the wonders that a single man can make.
The Blue Girl is about a girl named Ingrid, who moves from Tyson to Newford (or something like that... I can't remember the exact name), from gang to relatively normal life. The book is told from three different points of view: Ingrid, her best (and only) friend Maxine, and the ghost boy who has a crush on the aforementioned Ingrid; and from two different time periods: then and now. In then, the three characters tell of Ingrid's year in high school in Newford. In now... things get a bit more creepy. The supernatural begin to haunt Ingrid's dreams, along with Pelly, her abandoned imaginary friend.
Ingrid is an amazing character – she develops perfectly from beginning to end, retaining her quirky and fun view on life throughout the book. Maxine changes, too, almost more so than Ingrid. If I write any more, I'm going to give away the ending. 
He (Charles de Lint) has written a few other books, and a couple collections of short stories. All that excellent new genre, urban fantasy, and all amazing. Check him out! 

Wow... my first blog post!

All right. Here goes. My first words posted into cyberspace, open for all to see... not like anyone's going to look.
Actually, these aren't my first words... I first tried wordcountjournal, but it didn't work for me.
And I'm kind of copying some other blogs. But, hey: imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Ok, so some peer pressure was involved... someone wanted me to start a blog about books or something. Apparently I've read too many books to keep all the good ones to myself.
Out of things to say... not that I'm interesting at all anyway. I suppose I'll post this now.